Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude.
JEAN GENETThe pimp has a grin, never a smile.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
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The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man… not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
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By stretching language we’ll distort it sufficiently to wrap ourselves in it and hide.
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The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.
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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
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Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.
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Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.
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Betrayal is beautiful.
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Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
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There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.
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